All language subtitles for Maedchen im Nachtverkehr 1976

Girls in the Night Traffic

Shut that damn thing off.

Good morning, this is the wake-up service.
It is 13 minutes past seven.

Fancy waking us like that.

Who ordered the wake-up service? You did.

Otherwise you wouldn't get up at all.

What a night! I'm through.

Oh boy, did he fuck!

That's only professional jealousy.

There was nothing doing with you, I guess.

You can come and hold up the candle next time,
then you'll see what goes on.

- Feel this.
I'm completely groggy.

This guy was prominent and also had
a prominent penis.

How awful, now I'm describing my customers too.

Oh, nothing can spoil our love.

We three will yet found a sisters' school.

A school for beginners. Agood idea.

Rubbish, that's not lucrative.

But if we slog away we'll get somewhere.

We'll have to be more thrifty with the dough
so the money's OK.

We can save the costs for a masseur.
Your kneading is great!

Oh, Pia!

Oh, girls, you're darlings. Another night with
that boy wonder and I'll go crazy.

On the other hand, I must say, he's noble
and throws his money about.

The way he pushed it on to me!

Very good.

Mustafa, so nice and big and strong.

If it not cost much, I make love.

- Not just stick it in?
- No, more.

What, a real big act?

Just a minute. First dough, then big act.

Thank you, darling.

It's costing me time.

Why don't you undress? You're so handsome,
so young and masculine.

Even if you're a foreign worker,
you're still a man for me.

If you don't cost much I'll be your man.

Why dream of working your way up?
You pay and I do blow job.

- You have plump bust.
- I hope you have plump willie.

Let's take a look.

Willie is terrific!

You lick more honey.

Is that all?

Mustafa, come!

It was pure bliss. Just to think of the weight
of that guy! Monstrous!

It was even too much for the likes of me.

- You have a rich imagination.
- It's the plain truth.

Well, girls, I had a sturdy stallion.
You couldn't control him.

I'm no child of sorrow, but that boy beats
anything we've ever come across.

Yes, like an ape just caught in the bush.
And not even any bread in his wallet.

I'd had enough.

But he pretended to be tireless.

Seven times in a row and still lively.

I was surprised how he does it.

"The right guy to marry. The widow would still
shout: ""Listen!"""

That's what it's like, the luck of the bourgeois.

It's enough to become jealous.

But if I think of it, such a life! Seven times,
and on Sunday possibly eight times.

And always the same thing. And you know
the position by heart.

Show your cards. It backfired, didn't it?

Well

then

Let's first see what you can offer
before we launch it.

Well then?

A girl like you may not know what to do
with a fine figure of a man like me.

So you're a real wild one, are you?

Don't be afraid, I haven't bitten anything off.

Now you'll do whatever Daddy says.

So that's it. You can't get it up?

Not without difficulty.

You'll soon notice you're a handball player.
Don't you react to tricks, either?

- I've no idea.
- Oh, come on!

You prefer roast to ham, don't you?

You have great legs, they're a dream.

You're a dream doll.

Keep I'! UP-

Oh yes, great, it raises my spirits,
quite extraordinarily.

So I'm lucky. And what if I touch it?

That's right.

Get undressed.

I won't look.

Not yet?

Time is money.

Don't hurry me.

Come here, darling. I'u1ummy's calling.

Get a move on.

Come on!

- Was that all?
- Go! Go away!

Get lost. Don't get in the way of my children.

All right then, toss off.

- What a woodchopper!
- Don't remind me of wood.

Have you ever spent a night between fir boards?
Luckily there was no lid.

You feel like a mummy.

- I already heard the death knell.
- He must have bats in the belfry.

He rooted around in the bell tower.
It was sensational.

He modestly asked me if I'd perform
the trumpet angel for him. Why not?

You have no sense of foreboding, have you?

If I'd known before - my life is still naive -

that they really believe in supernatural beings,
I wouldn't have agreed to it, believe me.

Please follow me.

Can't you put the light on?

This is the place where we unite.

Get yourself a fool. This won't do.

My dear late wife was in the habit of
making love to me here.

There's no accounting for tastes.
You had strange ways.

You don't normally fuck in here.

Change your tune when you speak of the woman

who experienced her highest bliss here
and breathed her last breath here.

You mean, she ran out of puff here?

We'll have to renegotiate.

I'll pay whatever you ask for.

- Let's say 1,000.
- Okay.

Agreed? Come along.

Well I never, there are things that don't exist.

She never received me so unadorned.

Prepare to receive me.

Gondola! Here it is.

She must have been of iron.

She used to scream with joy.

You scream just like her.

Of course, that's because she also had
fir wood under her bottom.

- Come!
- Just like her.

Terrible!

At least you're still alive.

But only just. I almost ended up like her.

Can't you be more quiet?

- It's a good thing you didn't kicked the bucket.
- The 1,000 francs would've been no use to me.

- That's right.
- But to you.

You wouldn't risk it again, would you?

To be honest, it's no pleasure
to lie in a coffin.

Be quiet!

All she wants to do is sleep.

Let's go to the other room.
We have to talk about our finances anyway.

OK, let's see what we've got.

Did you put 500 in or was it Girlie?

She did. She got it off that lecherous Turk.

I thought he was so generous.

- What are you thinking of?
- Castles in the air.

The future?

I'll invest my money and then I'll fly home.

Before that I'll hire an escort

who'll conduct my business for me in Cuba.

We'll land at Havana airport.

The Minister of Culture will roll out the red carpet

I'll smile and wrap myself up in the cape
of Russian sable.

Of course I'll buy a villa where film stars
and celebrities come and go.

Oh, I'll have a private jet,

sailors for my sea-going yacht and I'll only eat

caviar and drink champagne.

I wonder if we'll ever raise that much money?

We have a slim chance with what's
in the cashbox.

Shit. Have it your way.

Let's slog away then.

- I've had a good sleep.
- And now you're ready.

- No, I'm not.
- Too bad.

Now you've got the hiccups.

Honestly, we never get bored.

I say, how about a threesome?

What do you mean, we're doing it
as a threesome.

Look at that!

Well, girls, if you ask me

Now Girlie's getting excited too.

We'll have to take advantage.

This is what I've always wished for.
You're absolutely terrific.

Hello! Can't you hear me?

I have to get out of this prison.
I'll do whatever you want.

- Hey, can't you hear me?
- Who are you anyway?

I'm Patricia. I'll do it voluntarily. I need help.

You'll see. I won't play any tricks.

- You need a guy, huh?
- No, I do it with women too. I'll do anything.

I'll prove to you that I'm a good mate.

We'll soon find out if you're a mate.

Easy does it. Lift your head up!

Everything3 OK, Commander.

Prevented attempted mutiny.

At your disposal, Commander.

Well, Petty, you randy guy.

Better than the Turkish mamas.

- Undress!
- Yes, sir.

OK, but I doubt they'll agree.

It's a poor country.

Get going with it!

I hope you've got some pep.

That's enough! Now it's my turn,
my sweet little boy.

- Really great.
- Yes, great.

My pussycat.

Yes, come. She can join in on a little
bank robbery, the silly goose.

One of them is more stupid than the other.

I've come just at the right time.

You only see them.

Let the bird out of the cage.

What are your orders, Captain?

Long. Very long.

Impressive.

I'll ingratiate myself.

Yes, sir.

It is my job to serve.

End oi the show.

They're great.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?

It's all right.

I'm sorry. You're sensitive and polite.

- I can tell.
- Why?

-It's not worth mentioning.
- I'd like to adopt you.

Old sou rpuss!

A charming boy, he's crazy about me.

You don't say!

He insisted on us going out
to a fantastic restaurant.

Chic! First-rate!

May I? Come on, don't be mean.

Men like shiny noses.

Unfortunately I had to say no. I have an
appointment with a famous photographer.

There seem to be many famous people
around here.

I never meet any but then I know some people
with quite some brass.

Some people are unlucky and never meet one.

Here we are, my dear artist.

Oh, what an intimate atmosphere.
And the champagnes in the ice bucket.

This is quite my style. How charming of you.

Yes, we'll have a glass after work.

I'm dying of thirst.

- Come along, sweetie.
- We don't want it to get too cold.

We only drink after work, on principle.

Where will the photos be published.

The first step towards fame.

- I'm very photogenic.
- All the better.

- What do you say to our show?
- Terrific.

Unfortunately the others are rather clumsy.

It was my idea.

Oh, you're great!

I'm talented, my little mouse.
Especially artistically.

Oh, Isabelle, you've made me quite sensual,
you little devil.

OK, now you're in form for the photos
I want to shoot.

You can have anything from me.

Oh boy, what hot suspenders!

The tiger of Eshnapur hasn't got such
sharp teeth.

If we don't give him a prize, he can have her.

You won't feed me to anyone, will you?

Oh, Isabelle, nobody's done it like that before.

Now he has better plans.

If she saddles herself with someone
who isn't gay,

she shouldn't make us have to pay for it.

But even that

What are you complaining about?

- She hasn't defrosted the fridge.
- So what?

Who knows if we'll ever set eyes on her again.

Well, we'll get over it.

We'll do our show even without her.
She has no talent anyway.

But if she starts to talk and they believe her,

she'll end up in an eastern whorehouse.

We can't protect her from fate.

You watch TV too much. There's no more
white slave trade nowadays.

OK, but you must admit that it's dreadful if
I don't know if anybody will come and clean.

We should at least be able to expect her
to tell us she's leaving, damn it all!

It should be possible if she's too stupid to do
anything else apart from drag along this Carla.

She isn't that stupid as not to notice
that you're overflowing with noble-mindedness.

Just wait until you're in Havana.
You'll have a broker and a secretary.

- That was a good story.
- It wasn't meant to be a story.

You have quite some imagination.

- It's me.
- Girlie! You see!

I wanted to say goodbye. I won't be coming
for some time. I'm going away.

You needn't giggle. It isn't at all funny.

I'm serious. I'm going on a world tour.
From pole to pole.

- With last night's photographer?
- No, a film guy.

- What's his name?
- I don't know.

- His name!
- Leave me alone. Bye.

There we are!

You heard her.

Great! She just leaves us in the lurch.

When I think how I met you two.

That was rather strange.

It's almost a year ago.

I lived with this guy of papier-méiché and my
saxophone and can still hear people swear.

During the day I busily tootled to myself

because I was scared they would
throw me out of the big band

in which I played at night to earn money
to pay for my music studies.

That very evening, when it was uncertain
whether they would fire me

and I would continue my life
in a Salvation Army kitchen

or under the wings of the Jehovah's Witnesses,
you turned up.

My nerves were taut as bowstrings.

I was seeing things in broad daylight.

But this time I wasn't mistaken, although I must
admit that you resemble a ghost

as little as my papier-mfiché guy resembles
a man of flesh and blood.

Well, never mind. I couldn't have guessed that
you were moving around like a ghost outside.

And that I'd finally have you on my back.

Anyway, I'd also thought up a story,
the end of which I didn't know.

Is anybody there?

Why did you want to rob me?

Because you had a terrible childhood?

Because I'm in such a mess.

Damn it, where you hit there'll be no more grass.

You almost hit my skull.

You were in a mess? Tell me if it's worth it.

I mean burglaries. Do they really pay?

Not if you get hit over the head.
You don't have such hard luck everyday.

Damn it, my head's buzzing.

What about men? No luck either?

I considered opening a massage salon.

- Muscle shaping?
- No, you don't make money on that.

- Why not?
- Because they don't pay.

Apart from that, having it all at home
wouldn't suit me.

But you must do something if you're on the
wrong track like us, don't you think, sweetie?

From nothing nothing comes.

If it comes to the worst I'll go as a model.
I've talked about it

with my friend here.

He lacks the important part, and that's why
he gives me good advice.

Do you want a puff?

- This is our peace pipe.
- It's OK by me.

Put some ointment on your bump and stick
your card on my door.

As from now this is your home.

If I don't get the job as a model,
I'll sell the saxophone. I'll get something.

I was full of life, but modelling is no picnic.

And I didn't land anything,
big money least of all,

except Girlie, who prowled around the studio
like a cat

and played the muse of this miserable dauber
whom she called Daddy.

- She excites me, Daddy.
- An exciting pussy.

I'm in love with you.

It's nice painting her thighs
when one's used to yours.

Daddy, hers are so smashing.

Certainly not to be compared with yours.

You're mistaken.

May I ask, is he your lover or your brother?

He's my father.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

If she's tired she can have a rest.

- Are you tired? Would you like to have a rest?
- Only with you.

Sweet, the way you said that.

I thought you had something against me.

And now you trust in me, don't you?

- It's rather strange.
- Do you want to sleep with me?

Fancy suggesting it in the presence of
your father.

Daddy's very progressive, he has no sexual
taboos. He encourages me in that respect.

I have it off with lots of nice people.
He appreciates it.

We're permissive, but we have a sense for style.

- So there are limits?
- Of course.

Sweetie, your eastern smock is very pretty,
but why don't you change?

Such modest wishes will be fulfilled immediately.

You're so natural about everything. it must be
because your Daddy's so sensible about it all.

Come, I've always wanted a friend like you.

I'll put you in my memoirs.

Daddy, she's real cuddly.

A real little one to warm you up.

My little daughter.

I see you're amusing yourselves.

That's right, because I've really got the hang of it.

Come on, Daddy, it's time for little willie.

I don't want to seduce you into fucking,
it's she who likes you.

- Yes.
- You see, she's madly in love with you.

- You just say so.
- No, she has a crush on you.

He's such a dear little boy. He dreams of a girl
blowing his pipe.

You'll do him that favour, won't you?

Why don't you?

Why don't you understand?
We explained it to you.

Daddy really is very sensitive.

All right then, okey-dokey.

You're sweet.

I can't resist your discreet show.

Don't raise your expectations too high.

One always looks forward to the opening
of a theatre.

- I wonder if the hero's good.
- Make allowances for his stage fright.

Shit! Shit!

Daddy will get you an award
for playing the trumpet.

You see, you're a great bull, Daddy.

You're a jack-in-the-box.

Get going with your draught animal, go on!

Get a move on, faster!

Watching you one can save
on one's sleeping pills.

That can't have been all,
that was only a little prelude.

He's lame.

Once he's put on a big show,

it knocks him out.

Give him another chance.

- A real one.
- You try and milk an ox.

Let him sleep then.

Stay, baby. I'll get a hard on.

I'll try shock treatment.
Nobody can beat me in shock treatment.

No, it's useless.

The lake is calm. Come to me.

"I won't do shock therapy with you.
I'll do '"'shell seeking“ that's easy."

- Ever heard of it?
- No.

Honestly?

It's great. I'm sure you can imagine it.

I quite like gay girls, but I'm not bent.

Abit, yes. Every girl is a little bit.

It never put me off, it rather provoked me,
like now for example.

There are moments when I can't resist.

Is this such a one?

I think I'll turn lesbian.

You could make me become one.

She dropped her daddy then and came to you.

And now she's kicking us in the ass.

What I can't stand is someone who pretends to
be a friend and always needs something special.

If we aren't as thick as thieves we've had it.

We don't need her. Let's just write her off
and that's it.

She's so stupid that the film uncle will throw her
out of the plane or throttle her.

You don't honestly think she's gone
on a world tour.

Don't worry, I'll find out.

The little fat man on the left, go!

Not good today?

- You not from here?
- I not from here, I from there.

Oh, you have stomach. I can see, you not laugh.

Big bosom, for me.

We two, on sofa, yes?

I want you know what. Come on!

- You have to seduce me.
- No forcing.

Hello, we're here.

- Good evening.
- You were wonderful.

No, I'd like to sit between the two of you.

Waiter, another Campari.

Your performance was great.

- You thought so too?
- Absolutely great.

This isn't the place for you.

- I haven't got an engagement right now.
- And why do you think we asked to see you?

Don't say you want to take me on for a video?!

It's my dream to be a film star.

Waiter, no drink for madam.

Here we are, my dear artist.

Oh, what an intimate atmosphere.

And the champagnes in the ice bucket.
Quite my style.

- Only after work.
- Oh, I'm dying of thirst.

- Won't it get too cold.
- Only after work, on principle.

You lack the important part.

At least you split yourself in two for me.

You're the only one I can rely on.

She sleeps like a marmot.

Get down to work.

Have you gone mad? I won't put up with this.
What's the idea?

She's had enough.

Special priority call, as usual.

Receptionist. Ankara please, Hotel Ambassador.
Special priority call.

Hang on, I've got a free line.

Tell Mustafa reinforcements are on the way.

Repulsive.

Did Mohammad give you a wink?

Watch it.

- Go ahead.
- May Allah reward you.

Don't be sad, I'm coming.

Real strange, these Orientals.

I'm sure they won't make you any spaetzle.

Have you come specially for me?

- They must have kidnapped you.
- Yes, they did.

- Come and sit down.
- They drugged me too.

- What do we do now?
- If only I knew. Haven't you got any papers?

I'm glad you're here.

- Wait until we get home.
- You've said it - home.

- Pussycat.
- Get off!

- I can't think of anything.
- Is that woman free?

- These customers get on your nerves.
- More and more Germans.

- Mousy.
- I don't know how you could stand it.

You'll be in for a surprise.

You listen to me, man. Cough up your dough.

He makes a lot of fuss about his short dick.

Allah is great and Muhammad is his prophet.

I'm the greatest.

There was a time when the girls cooked
and knitted socks.

And the men went raiding.

It's such a long time ago
that hardly anybody remembers.

Because the girls got the hang of it.

They thought: We can carry out raids, too.

So they grabbed as many men
as they could.

And they had fun with them.

I'm sure Girlie and Margret are having fun now
and leave me in the lurch.

I can look after myself. With this blockhead.

Who can't say a word.

And I can busy myself with my saxophone
to make money.

Shit!

I might come across something.

I should be able to find them somehow.

What an intimate atmosphere.
And the champagne's in the ice bucket.

Quite my style.

- We'll have a glass after work.
- I'd rather have one now.

We drink after work, on principle.

This is no pleasant way to earn money.

No matter what he is, we're together.

We'll get him yet, I swear it on the Holy Bible.

You should swear on the Koran.

He's no more a Turk than lam.

Turk or no Turk, he's hot.

Look at his goggle-eyes.

We'll present our pussy until he falls over.

Smile, Margret, smile.

Yes, Mustafa, our motto is one for three.

Three for one.

Viva the musketeers!

One for three.

Oh, it's like the fire brigade.

Now, Claude.

She'll give him the rest.

You're worth a grand.

- That you'll pay.
- I get it for free.

- And when the till is full
- We won't hand it over.

You put your body at our disposal
and we collect the money.

Do you understand?